Creating an extraordinary life out of ordinary mOMents. Yep, that’s my mantra. I love noticing the ordinary mOMents that often go undetected in our never ending quest for what’s next, what’s bigger, and better. What I’ve come to find, is that what I have is already enough if I take the time to be whole heartedly absorbed in whatever it is I’m doing…So, I thought you might be interested to take a peak inside my brain as the creative process ordinarily unfolds. Here we go.
Ordinary…my table. I’ve been fine with it the way it is…even if it’s been unfinished (for years now). However, inspiration found me, and I was pulled to paint it. I don’t even know if pulled is the right word….it was more like ..begged. The table was calling me and asking me to adorn it in beautiful colors and matching accessories as if it were attending the Golden Globes.
Since I just can’t resist a good ol’ fashion show….”I’m in”, I replied.
So I took a print of my artwork and cut it all up. I also took the table outside, one never knows when you just might need a breath of fresh air when creating. Breathe in, Peace out!
What’s the look we’re going for? Clean? Simple? Lavish? Glamorous? Still not sure myself, I just put the words around the rim and decided to go with it. Pretty sure I can change it later if I don’t love it.
Pretty woman makeover. Off with old, on with new.
Primping aka prep work. I like to think of this step as filing her nails before the paint goes on. Oh my goodness…are those my moms hands? Sheesh, I need to moisturize.
Prepping, sanding, wiping….Phew…time for a bit of tea. I know, I’m normally a coffeeholic, however in the mood for a little Yogi Tea which always comes with a message – like fortune cookies only with tea. How cool is that! The note reads:
“Mantra’s you should never say. I don’t know, I’m not ready, I can’t do it.”
Well, ok then.
Gather + supplies = paper and gel medium.
Away we go. Ripping the paper, I gently adhere it to the table top.
I don’t know (sorry oh infinite wisdom of Yogi Tea) I can’t seem to get the air bubbles out. Movin on.
Viola! Back inside as the sun starts to set and my bones are getting cold, I apply the first stage of make-up. The foundation really covers the imperfections of the uneven tones and pock marks. I think I even found the right shade!
Inspired by henna tattoo designs, it’s time to pencil in the eyebrows and add some shadow. It starts to take shape as the beauty comes through with different shades of paint making their way into the cracks and crevices.
My acceptance speech of words around the rim is prepared and ready to go. I add the final touches, more paint, more pencil, more paint, more glue, more paint.
She’s beautiful. Extraordinary even. A simple reminder to myself that these are the mOMents that count because in the end, it’s not the days in our life, but the life in our days….in our mOMents really.
During the process, I felt the joy of inspiration, a knowing, a pull. I felt the warmth of the sun and cold of the air. I felt the sticky of glue on my fingers and heard the sound of both my daughters laughter while I painted from my heart…outside…with tea. I saw my husbands smile….the one that says, you’re amazing. I saw colors mesh and meld in and out of focus while they decided where they wanted to be. I felt. I heard. I saw. I knew….These are the mOMents that create an extraordinary life.
I’m not ready I’m not willing to let them go because this is the stuff of life.
I know. I’m ready. I can. Take that Yogi Tea.